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I am soon 28 years old and virgin. I live at my aunt's house north of Paris I gave up my bachelor room for saving money.
I saw her for the first time on Friday, July 31, 1981. A hot day, A pretty blonde silhouette with a robe dominated pink. She is young, tall and thin. She did not see me as she was working to collect the notes and annotating defects found before the car was taken over.
Shortly after we worked together and exchanged technical information by phone. His voice is pleasant warm. Our conversations spread, the mutual pleasure of talking to one another.
I invite her to visit another work site in Paris. She accepts and I organized the comparative visit on Thursday 20th. At the end of this moment we have a drink together in a café.
I learn that she did a high school, that she is called Françoise. She is single and 23 years old.
I invite her to see a movie. She accepted and on Thursday, August 27, 1981 we go out for the first time together.
Dinner in a brewery in Montparnasse, Paris, then we will see a film "Lady Chaterley's lover". Few films proposed in this end of August, it is a turnip but with a dose of eroticism.
In the dark I dare take her hand. I caress her,
I accompany her to the parking lot. She has a white Renault 5. In the car we kiss and exchange some caresses on her thighs and her breasts.
The following weekend I return to the parents in South of France.
Disappointment for her. Need to think for me, everything goes so fast ...
Is she the one I expect?
For my birthday she offers me a fountain pen. We had a drink together.
Of course we continue our data exchange conversations for work. My colleagues laugh and tease me.
Next weekend of September Britanny for a friend's wedding
Decision I miss her, I love her, I will marry her. Back in the car I only thought of her.
Sunday, September 13th. She proposes me to go to her father's house South of Paris to go and collect tomatoes.
She has her flared pink dress. It's hot. We go in the small house then into the room. It's dark. The shutters are closed to protect from heat. We are in the room. We kiss, her tongue is activated with mine. She takes off her dress. She has a bra and a white brief. What is beautiful in the darkness of the room. I admire her long legs, her thin body. We are on the bed. She takes off her bra, asks me if I am not bored with her breasts so different. One is small but normal the other one is very small. I reassure her. I just love it. I undressed in my turn. Here we are naked. I band very strong. We kiss, her mouth leaves mine, and descends on my breast which she embraces and tickles with her tongue. She gently continues the descent towards my lower abdomen. To my astonishment she takes my cock in her mouth. She sucks, titillates the urethral meatus, aspires the glans ...
She knows how to practise!
I penetrate her into the position of the missionary. Provided she has not noticed my inexperience, I who am older than she five years old more.
Plenitude, how good it is to make love. That she is pretty naked with her white underwear. Her pretty legs, her wide pelvis highlights her bottom belly. Her breasts different, her mouth that embraces so well and with which she makes love.
Later after leaving her: questions haunt me. She seems to have practice ... she sucks easily and well and knows how to enjoy a man. She quickly removed the thighs to me with whom she only went out for 15 days?
Would she be a bitch (today's translation: a liberated woman who sexually assumes her cravings)?
Nevertheless I ask her in marriage. She thought a few days and then agreed.
She tells me in bits and pieces her sentimental life before.
His first lover Oliver, then another industrial draftsman, then a student of her school, and one who worked in transport (too large a cock, it made the reports painful, then again Oliver.
Olivier who sodomized her a few times by the ass. With whom she has made love nearly ten times in a few hours.
Questions go up when she tells me she was not to announce to Oliverr our marriage for fear of his anger.
Does she still see him? Does she always have sexual intercourse with him, especially since we can not often see each other and make love, having neither the one nor the other of domicile to us?
Have there been others for only one or two nights? Or for once in an evening? on holiday ?
"Anything but" (without penetration?)
We take a small holiday in the Loire region. Moments dances. Strong and present memories. A nice little hotel. Finally spend the night together.
Back to normal life, Other doubts, fears later.
I will meet her one evening at at her workplace where she is doing an internship. A young handsome lad was there
